It All Started With a Snowflake *NEW Version*

Prologue

Prologue

I walk out of the lunch line with my head down. I wasn't socially awkward or anything, I am just a quiet shoe admirer.

Today's special was a week old lasagna that could pass off as barf. I almost vomit just thinking about putting this liquified goo on my tastebuds. The smell wafts into my nose and I gag, temporarily too occupied to look at the shoes in front of me.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is how I was publically humiliated in front of the whole lunch. Not only do I spill the barf disguised as lasagna all over me, because it couldn't be that simple, I was currently dog piling a male. My tray is across the cafeteria, I am covered in the food, and the male is covered in me.

The whole student body laughs at me and my horrific stunt. The male, who of which I am still on top of, starts laughing too.

The most awkward thought popped into my head: 'he has a nice laugh.'

I'm am so stupid. I am practically molesting him and here I am thinking about his laugh. What a sick mind I have.

Why am I still on top of him? I start to remove myself off of his body and miss the warmth of this stranger. I'm not just sick, I'm crazy. I do not dare look the stranger in the eye, I instead stare at his shoes.

What nice shoes he has.

"Creep," my inner voice says. Too bad I couldn't argue. Oh, how I wish I could.

I apologize under my breath and start to walk out of there. I'm halfway to the door when an arm wraps around my shoulders. I do not look nor react in anyway. I do not need to, for his scent gave his identity away. I tackle him and suddenly he thinks he has the right to touch me? I can't refuse though, I don't have the will-power to.

He smells so good I almost faint.

He must have known because he helps me along the way to the door. I am so pathetic. We walk into the hallway where only faint laughing is still audible.

I am slammed into the lockers ever so gently. My eyes widen in shock, causing me to look at him for the first time.

Mate.

I knew I felt attraction before, but this is what really made me realize. His eyes. His emerald green eyes made my knees go weak, but I didn't stumble. He was holding me up from my waist.

"Finally, mate." With that, he crashes his lips to mine.

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Author's Note:

I didn't like the old version of this story so I wanted to improve and change it the best I could. Please comment your opinions so far. Any comment helps! Also like if you enjoyed it! I will try to post every week (which probably won't happen). Comment and yell at me if I'm slacking at the updating. You guys are the best!

~ Alli